you.â
I stand there hoping, as people decide. Itâs kinda like in the Lord of the Rings? When one group goes to Mordor and the other goes to that big castle place. Itâs like everybody has to decide: Will it be A plot or B plot? And which one is the A plot? Well, maybe I can be excused for thinking itâs
me
, even if it doesnât involve saving the world from destruction. So who else is coming?
Maybe, just maybe I care more about what Jefferson is going to do than anybody else. And maybe his decision is really about whether weâll have a future together. And maybe, even though I know he is all about the Big Picture, I want him to be about the small picture, which is actually, in fact, the big picture as far as everyone we might actually help is concerned.
Jefferson: âIâm with you.â He reaches out his hand, touches mine lightly.
Maybe that matters a lot.
Kath: âMe too, I guess. I think you can take it as a given that these little creeps are along for the ride.â She gestures at the Thrill Kill Twins, who practically wag their tails.
The Gurkha takes a step toward me.
Guja: âWakefield said you stay with us.â His hand reaches for his knife, the locus of his authority. But then he finds Titchâs giant mitt resting on his shoulder.
Titch: âI donât think so, Guja. I reckon this is her call.â
Guja looks to Wakefield, who suddenly seems thwarted. Iâm not too sure about the command structure here. Maybe I thought Wakefield was the guy in charge because Titch is ginormous and working-class and Wakefield is human-size and fancy. But Titch is working for the Reconstruction Committee, at least for the spy guys who work with them. I guess Wakefield is just regular army.
Wakefield: âThereâs no question of delaying. And we need a local guide. Thatâs why theyâre here in the first place.â
Then, a surprise.
Peter: âIâll stay with you, Colonel.â Instead of meeting my eyes, he looks at his shoes, which frankly arenât much to look at, bedraggled navy-issue sneakers covered in filth.
Me: âReally?â
He finally looks back up.
Peter: âHeâs right. Theyâre gonna need a guide. Besides, I have to. You understand?â
At first, no. But then it makes sense after a second. He means he has to deal with Chapel.
Me: âPetraââ
Peter: âNo advice, please. No tough love. I know. He was using me. I know thereâs nothing to be said. But⦠Look. He fooled me. He fooled all of us. Right? Well, somebody has to hold him to account. If not, and that fool Evan becomes, like, some kind of supervillain, Iâll never be able to live with myself.â
Damn it, Iâm crying again, in front of these old-world tough guys and the people Iâm supposed to lead into battle. But the feels donât care, my eyes donât care. Come to think of it, I donât care. Too much has happened for it to matter whether itâs good management style.
And thereâs good reason to cry. Maybe I wonât ever see Petra again. In this place, you say good-bye to somebody, itâs just as likely itâll be forever.
Wakefield is satisfied with the deal. Maybe heâs relieved to be rid of me. I hug Peter a long time. Then I turn to go. But thereâs another surprise to come.
Rab: âIâm coming with you.â
Oh, no he didnât.
Me: âThis isnât your problem.â Besides which, Iâm not sure I actually want him along. The mission is challenging enough without balancing a love triangle on my shoulders. Plus, I hate him. Right?
Rabâs eyes narrow. Calculating.
Rab: âWe made an investment in you. Iâm just keeping an eye on it.â But he says it in a way that makes it seem like he hardly means it. Like heâs speaking for the benefit of Titch and Wakefield, not for me. âBesides, we need to keep our communications open.